Another talk from my cigarette
I sat down and I placed my bet
I'm still surrounded by the boys in my crow
The next round is on me, *, I'm not getting for you
My skin is sick, I put a skull on the star
The city punk is just too rich, now they know who we are
And now we're standing together
While we're spending our time behind the enemy lines
Spending nickels and dimes
Welcome to our condition
We don't need your permission
We're out of line in this hell
And now we're * with the devil himself
We got a man on every corner of the city every night
We got people stuck in lockup, we got people stuck tonight
And we get no trouble if you never raise your voice
We were born to speak our minds, so we don't have a * time
There's gonna be a cold winter, there's a kid figuring
A future is a motherfucker begging for a dream
But it doesn't make a difference if I'm sleeping by the highway
If they got it next to you, I'll * cry
Welcome to our condition
We don't need your permission
We're out of line in this hell
And now we're * with the devil himself
Welcome to our condition
We don't need your permission
We're out of line in this hell
And now we're * with the devil himself
Welcome to our condition
We don't need your permission
We're out of line in this hell
And now we're * with the devil himself
Welcome to our condition
We don't need your permission
We're out of line in this hell
We're out of line in this hell
And now we're * with the devil himself
Welcome to our condition
We don't need your permission
We're out of line in this hell